Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Images that seemed unreal passed through my mind.

Song Weiyu was wearing a moonlight white silk suspender skirt and was pressed by Chen Fang by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Gradually, the skirt slipped down and hung around her elbows.

The waist-length hair swayed with the man's movements.

Right in that window...no, right in front of you.

Emotionally broken, Fu Haitang opened two buttons in a panic, rested on the wall with one hand and panted, trying to see the real scene in front of him.

Keep telling yourself, don’t think blindly, don’t hallucinate, and don’t be influenced by drugs.

But there were multiple images in front of him, and the scenes that drove him crazy came one after another. The less he wanted to think about it, the more clearly those lingering, betrayal, and cooing sounds attacked his senses.

In order to 'save himself', he picked up the scissors used by the gardener in the corner to prune the branches...

The out-of-control feeling rushing in the blood found a way out, surged toward the ground, and returned to calm.

Fu Haitang threw away the scissors, and his expression returned to its former calm and cold expression. The blood flowed down his forearm to his fingertips, and eventually turned into a puddle of mud next to the weeds.

He said coldly into the phone: "I can't do anything with her, so I want you to send her back in person."

Let the second cigarette burn until it is halfway through.

In the smoke, he asked Fu Haitang: "If you have to let her go back and don't let her know the truth, she will hate you."

"Does she hate me enough?"

After listening, Chen Fang curled his lips and leaned against the wall to look at the frowning woman sleeping restlessly on the bed. I don't know if he is mocking himself or Fu Haitang.

hatred? She must love him more...

The smile was outlined by darkness, "What if I have to keep her?"

"Chen Fang, what capital do you have? I don't have that much patience. No matter what method you use, whether you tie her up or not, I will give you three days to send her home."

"Also, keep your men away from Song Jingming."

Fu Haitang glanced at his torn shirt. The entire sleeve was soaked in blood and stuck to his skin.

But he felt quite comfortable.

Although I know this is not a good sign, it is like being addicted and I cannot help but fall in love with this self-harming taste.

Chen Fang frowned and lit the ash.

Thinking of Song Jingming...his heart softened...

After hanging up the phone, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and wave away the smell of cigarette smoke.

Lying on the bed and hugging her gently, the woman murmured Fu Haitang's name, feeling uneasy in her nightmare.

Chen Fang's hand that patted her back hung in the air for a long time, then gently fell down.

He stroked the butterfly bone on her back and whispered softly in her ear: "Actually, you shouldn't divorce him for me."

As long as she is still Mrs. Fu and cuts off all relations with herself, she and her children will always be safe.

But after 28 years of waiting, she finally got her freedom, and she would be divorced in less than 20 days.

He is really unwilling to let go...

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It was half-dawn, and the dim chill of the morning enveloped every pedestrian who got up early.

Outside Fu's Building, Sun Hexi leaned against the car on the corner, lazily looking at this magnificent building.

He has been following the location on his mobile phone more and more recently, and he can't even explain why he came.

Less than five minutes later, the familiar Maybach stopped at the front entrance.

The man in the driver's seat stepped out of the car. He was wearing a black coat that covered his superior muscle lines. He had handsome features and a dignified attitude in every move he made.

He walked quickly to the passenger seat and gently opened the door.

A pair of pretty white hands put on his shoulders, and then the man held out a small body that was still drowsy.

The woman was small and thin, and was always held on Song Jingming's arm like a child, and carried into the company in the dim morning light.

It happens almost every morning.

Sun Hexi looked at Song Jingming, feeling unhappy. As the president, he was very busy, especially recently, arriving at the company before dawn, but why did he have to bring little bean sprouts with him?

Isn't it good to let her sleep at home?

Keeping her with you at all times is like a child bride.

Across the street, Sun Hexi could also see that Wen Ying was holding her tongue and was unhappy. Song Jingming whispered in her ear and patiently coaxed her.

He also kisses the side of a woman’s face from time to time.

It wasn't until the two of them disappeared into Fu's building that Sun Hexi smoked his cigarette and returned to the car.

Raising his head to relieve the fatigue of staying up late, Sun Hexi touched a stack of documents on the passenger seat, which he planned to send to the hospital for Chen Fang today.

He stayed up all night, thinking about Shang Feng's words: "Let Song Weiyu take over the business temporarily. If that doesn't work... bring Chen Fang's son in. In short, don't let Song Weiyu get out of this action."

Therefore, sending work to the hospital is only the first step.

My sister-in-law will definitely feel sorry for her boss working while sick.

When the time comes, she will take the initiative to help the boss share the work. As time passes, she will naturally be drawn into this underground business.